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cuddletalk2017-11-25 11:10 pm
coyandcryptic) wrote in cuddletalk2017-11-25 11:10 pm
✨ video; oo1. un: pandemonium
[The video opens on Magnus, hair a little more mussed than usual, eyeliner in place but smudged, clearly working hard and distracted.]
Hello, everyone, I am Magnus Bane, and I have something of a dilemma.
[The camera swings around to a table with a small cauldron on it, a set of brass scales, and several small bottles and jars, most of them empty. Magnus appears again, keeping the bookshelf in view over his shoulder.]
Of course I brought my spellbook with me, and my brewing equipment—never trust a cauldron you haven't seasoned yourself—but where might one go to buy potion ingredients? I'm low on… [He looks over his shoulder, assessing the supplies he's brought with him.] ...saffron threads, vampire hair, grave dirt, lavender...well, everything. Space was at a premium and I'm afraid I couldn't bring my inventory with me.
[The phone comes with Magnus, floats with Magnus on a cloud of blue smoke, as he walks away from his brewing headquarters, and now in the background can be seen half-unpacked boxes, the walls hung with sweeping red and blue silks. There's stuff everywhere, far too much for the apartment's size, but the image steadies as Magnus turns again, sweeping out his arms.] I only need the basics for now. And if you need something, do let me know. No love potions, but I conjure up a wicked energy booster for mornings after. Or nights before.
[With a wink, Magnus snaps his fingers and the video ends in a colorful shimmer of light before the screen goes black.]
Hello, everyone, I am Magnus Bane, and I have something of a dilemma.
[The camera swings around to a table with a small cauldron on it, a set of brass scales, and several small bottles and jars, most of them empty. Magnus appears again, keeping the bookshelf in view over his shoulder.]
Of course I brought my spellbook with me, and my brewing equipment—never trust a cauldron you haven't seasoned yourself—but where might one go to buy potion ingredients? I'm low on… [He looks over his shoulder, assessing the supplies he's brought with him.] ...saffron threads, vampire hair, grave dirt, lavender...well, everything. Space was at a premium and I'm afraid I couldn't bring my inventory with me.
[The phone comes with Magnus, floats with Magnus on a cloud of blue smoke, as he walks away from his brewing headquarters, and now in the background can be seen half-unpacked boxes, the walls hung with sweeping red and blue silks. There's stuff everywhere, far too much for the apartment's size, but the image steadies as Magnus turns again, sweeping out his arms.] I only need the basics for now. And if you need something, do let me know. No love potions, but I conjure up a wicked energy booster for mornings after. Or nights before.
[With a wink, Magnus snaps his fingers and the video ends in a colorful shimmer of light before the screen goes black.]
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[The liquor they have here just isn't nearly as strong as what he's used to, unfortunately.]
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[That's a blow. And certainly something he can do something about, he's already rolling up his sleeves.]
I'll see what I can do. What's your usual? Cuervo, Patron?
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[Which doesn't say much, because the stuff that he's used to drinking is, unfortunately, a little bit of the piss-poor stuff that's maybe not so good.]
I don't know, nothing is very labelled. It's whatever comes off the barkeep's shelf.
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[He pauses, considering. He'd been assuming this place doesn't have Vasquez's brands, but there's something else in play, Magnus thinks.]
Sorry, when did you say you were from?
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1860s, sometime. I didn't exactly look at the year, lately.
[The dead man he was rooming with didn't exactly keep a calendar, after all, and it's not like Sam Chisolm offered it up, so who knows what year it had been?]
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[There's a rather theatrical shudder. He hadn't cared much for the western United States until it had been settled, but he'd been there all the same.]
...if that's what you really want, I think I can manage.
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[ He's still trying to get over his shock, but the truth is that he's been missing it, as strange and terrible as that might sound. ]
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[He's already thinking about it, trying to decide if it will be easier to begin with a bottle of alcohol and change it, or if he ought to start from scratch, trying to remember the exact throat-searing flavor of raw tequila from a century and a half ago.]
Payment for something like that...well, if it works, I'll be doing you a favor. Asking for one in return seems like an even exchange.
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Favours? The last favour I did for someone gave me my life back, but almost took it away from me at the same time. What kind of favour do you mean?
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[He thinks for a few moments. Magnus's stock of favors is low right now, but he could use the help of someone familiar with the area.]
I would consider it a favor if you helped me find some of these pesky elusive ingredients. You seem like an outdoorsy type. Show me a few open fields and a forest or two, places I might be able to start replenishing my supplies, and I'd be more than happy to repay you with a bottle of your favorite label-free brewed-in-the-desert tequila.
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What kind of elusive ingredients are we talking about?
[ It is always good to make sure that he's not promising too much, so it's better to get an actual definition of the ingredients, but if it's just things in the wilderness, then he's more than happy to trade his time for tequila. ]
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[Don't mind him, Vasquez, he's just going to turn away, muttering about climate zones and natural vegetation for a minute or so as he flips through a book.]
If this place has the same sort of plants that our world has, I could give you a list. Rowan, yew bark, dew-touched snowdrops, things like that. I've had to gather them myself for most of my life, but I have no idea where to begin. Can I buy you a coffee and we can discuss?
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I think for a coffee, I can be persuaded to help in many ways, especially these things. If you want to discuss, I'm more than happy to. Maybe a drink, though, not coffee?
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So far, Magnus has only heard about the Deviant, but that's a club and while it's exactly his type of scene, it isn't the right place for a friendly drink to discuss business.]
I'm sure you have a favorite watering hole here, I'd be delighted to see it. Shall we say tomorrow? Late afternoon?
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I do have a favourite, yes. The Deviant, tomorrow afternoon. You can tell me all about these things you want me to fetch and explain the terms of payment to me.
[He's sure that they can both figure out a way to make this fair.]
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[And Magnus has always liked making friends in most walks of life, finding someone from the proper Old West (from what he can tell) is equal parts fascinating and nostalgic.]